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Morrigan

Morrigan

  • Writing Activities Re: The Description Game

    Though dripping with gore, Azmeilar shone with a gleam of menace. Held aloft, it seemed to rally the army of ragged troops, urging them on to one last stand. The ...

    May 30, 2014
  • Writing Activities Re: The Description Game

    She didn't think that shadows could be so comforting, but in the July heat and among all the harsh, light reflecting concrete here in the city, Anne was grateful for ...

    May 28, 2014
  • Writing Activities Re: Make Up Poor Names For Characters

    For a beautiful female character: Grace Beauregard This is my grandmother's actual name, but it would be horrible for a nature-y type character: Holly Rose Cherry

    May 28, 2014
  • Poetry Discussion Re: May 2014 Poetry Exchange

    POMES The Astronaut Love Poem No. 1

    May 23, 2014
  • Poetry Discussion Re: May 2014 Poetry Exchange

    Please add me to the list. ^_^

    May 7, 2014
  • Writing Activities Re: Write the worst poem you can.

    teh pain hurts my heart the pain hurts my soul the pain hurst me the pain hurts.

    Apr 24, 2014
  • Poetry Discussion Re: February 2014 Poetry Exchange

    Here are my four: Dynamic Cats With Questioning Tales She was more interested in me than she was in boys. Followed by a Red Truck, or Successful Exorcism

    Feb 13, 2014
  • Poetry Discussion Re: February 2014 Poetry Exchange

    Hello! I'm going to submit four poems. My internet should be fine unless there's an electrical fire near the power plant like the one that happened last semester, but I ...

    Feb 3, 2014
  • Writing Activities Re: Ask a stupid question...

    40 + 2 = life. Where do the ducks go in the winter when the pond freezes over?

    May 31, 2013
  • Writing Activities Re: Story in Six Words

    For rent: one heart, low price.

    Apr 6, 2013
  • Writing Activities Re: Poem Spot - [ on the spot ]

    My mind is the green of nail polish remover spilled on black ink before it dries.

    Jan 30, 2013


Forever is composed of nows.
— Emily Dickenson